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Kor’s Experiment

Sent on a quest to find a Slime, Kor has to store it in an “unusual” way

The Sludging Swamp is not the kind of place you’d expect adventurers to go to willingly. The air is tepid, the ambiance oppressive, the large trees are looming over anyone daring that plot of land. And worst of all, it is the most fertile breeding ground for… Slimes. Normal slimes, elemental slimes, anything-slime. Such are the reasons adventurers avoid it. Especially when Slimes are known for their digestive capabilities. An armor, a blade, anything is fair game for those small creatures that can devour everything and nothing. And yet… Yet. That fateful day, a certain adventurer was trudging through the swamp, checking the canopy above before continuing, knees deep in the mud.

“Yes… I should not kill them, or they will be aggressive. Just that trick, I lock it up with your ring, and I run back. Yes. No need to repeat itself. I know it’s important… You can leave me be. I know!”

The voice, deep and powerful, echoed within the empty swamp. It was punctuated by grunts and growls betraying the hybrid’s Orcish nature.

On one side, there was that buff musculature, natural and yet refined by years of adventuring; the green skin covered with a faint layer of sweaty black hair sticking to it. On the other side, there was… The horns, protruding from the temples and pointing outward, as well as… A “generous” endowment, a leather loincloth barely hid away.

Even now, most of the Hybrid’s parts were rubbing against the mud and sticking to it as he still had to trudge through the mud and damp soil, going further deep into the Slime territory for another stupid quest.

This time? It was for a mage’s lucubrations about breeding slimes to create cheap and efficient mana-potions. Something about the slime’s quality that improved something-coefficient with another-thing-distillation.

All that stuff went above Kor’s head. He was an adventurer and a shaman; all those formulas were not the way the Satyr-Orc Hybrid performed his magic. But the reward… Well, it was the kind of rewards that made everyone question if it wasn’t a death sentence while hinging on the “With that kind of money, I can live like a King”.

A precarious balance. But Kor took on the deal, so here he was, finally stepping out of the mud and covered with it. He wore the minimum of a gear with his loincloth, his belt, the pouch containing the ring the mage gave him. And, just in case of a problem, a well-oiled mace.

But the latter would be useless as he glanced at the Slimes around, bouncing and bubbling.

“Shit. I can pick anyone,” he said, watching those little things roll like they had no care in the world. Steadily, he walked, glancing at the voracious creatures… They seemed docile at the moment.

“Damn mage, he was right,” grumbled Kor, scratching his chest as he looked around. He scanned for a slime isolated from the herd; he found one: blue translucent, bouncing and jumping atop a rock. Almost perfect for the Orc as he kicked some mud sticking to his shoes and approached, gulping.

“Well, hello, little one. You are not aggressive, are you? I’ve got somewhere… Uh… You might wanna go,” said Kor, glancing at the dollop roll and bounce.

Then, as if it were no problem, the Orc pushed his loincloth away to reveal the recently shaved genitals. Hairy to a fault, the Orc maintained his pubes neatly trimmed, and his testicles were smooth as silk as they swung between his legs.

Each orb was as big as an orange, each slightly damp from the sweat sticking to it. It was also one of the reasons the Mage presently wanted Kor. Only someone with his origins could possess genitals that could undertake that task.

As the Half-Orc gripped his elongated uncut shaft, he considered it true. He grunted, closed his eyes, and started to pump by peeling the green foreskin off the cock, unveiling the reddish mushroom-shaped tip. The smell from it was strong, a mix of sweat, cum, and… Urine. Nevertheless, the Orc didn’t grimace as he started to rub the tip with his index and middle finger, pinching the tip to… “prepare” it.

“Come on, little thing… Don’t you like that? Doesn’t it sound comfy?” asked Kor, eyeing the Slime that continued to bounce and jump around.

For the moment, there was no reaction despite the Half-Orc feeling hot and bothered. Steadily, blood rushed to his organ. Steadily, his veins protruded from beneath the green skin while the spire ascended, forming a little arch until the cocktip pointed upward. A bead of precum formed at the end, releasing a waft of that strong Orcish musk that could not be met anywhere else.

A strong scent, comparable to that of a beast. Yet, a scent Kor had grown familiar with inhaling when he was lustful or… Enjoying someone else’s body.

He sighed, closing his eyes as his pinching fingers descended along the length, squeezing the mast itself to pump it. Slowly… Steadily. With a focus and control to keep himself from slipping and going through a rut.

For a moment, he even considered imagining someone else’s ass-

Queep?

The sound seemed to be produced from a whistle swallowed by water. But it was enough to get Kor’s attention as he glanced down. The Slime had started to approach, stopping its bouncing. The Creature’s eyes, only two little black dots, were focused on the Orc’s cock and genitals while translucent tendrils danced and poked his burning skin.

“That’s right… Come here. Feel it,” said the Hybrid, pinching his cocktip once more and pointing the length to have it face the Slime. No, more than that, to pinch on the glans until that pisshole started to open by itself, to split and expose a portion of the velvety red flesh inside.

“That’s what you want, right?” asked Kor.

Yes. Slime thrived in places that were humid, rich with nutrients, and smelly… In other circumstances, the Half-Orc would have refused… But the reward… It was just a matter of getting a slime down his pisshole, to have it in there, nestled. It was a small slime, too… It shouldn’t hurt, right?

Kor grunted and growled, feeling the minty touch on his cocktip followed by the sudden thrust inside his urethra. He gasped, he opened his eyes wide, and almost threw himself back. Even his legs and knees locked from the sudden sensation of that cold, absurdly cold, tendril delving within his urethra.

Above that, it felt like his cocktip burned from that cold presence. No… His entire length as the cock’s underside bulged from the Slime pushing that tendril deeper.

“Fu… Fuck,” swore Kor, his fingers trembling above the Slime, driven by the primal reflex to yank that creature out, to tug on it until that tendril was gone, and his pisshole liberated.

But he closed his fingers.

He hit his sides, straightening his back and groaned, mumbled even: “Go on… Faster. Little critter.”

He also swore, in petto, the Slime was taking its sweet time in answer to that plea. The tendrils progressed forward, advanced half an inch. But then, the Slime would retract that tendril, almost to the pisshole’s edge… Then push again inside, making that urethra bulge from below, showing how… How that little creature was currently fucking Kor’s urethra.

“D-Damnit,” moaned Kor, his teeth gritting from the displeasure he sensed. At the same time, his tip was become inured to the minty sensation. But the burn was back with a vengeance, making him feel worse than any infection he could have gotten at a brothel.

“Get… Inside,” he grunted.

Queep?

“Yes. Fuck it. Go inside. That’s what you want, little fucker,” grunted the Half-Orc, his fists opening and closing on the void, on the air. Even his feet stomped on the soft mud, unable to stay still as that tendril continued its back-and-forth.

And then…

“HRMPH!”

Kor craned his neck, showing the sensitive skin, but locking his legs and hips. He didn’t want to yank the Slime away now that it got interested. But it was terrible… Terrible to have his cockhole dug that way, stretched… And more than before, as the Slime seemed, at that moment, yearning to dig further and deeper than before.

Finally… It was going, it was-

“Wh-What’s?”

For a moment, Kror felt like he was about to take a piss. Or so, his body reacted that way as his cock bulged entirely from the Slime inside his urethra. His face contorted as he felt the minty sensation so deep… As he felt the tendril hammering inside, right at the base.

“What-Ohhhhhhh-OOOOOHHh!”

The Hybrid nearly dropped. No… He almost crushed his genitals as his hands rushed between his thighs, only for his remnants of self-control to control his fists and make them smack his thighs. But it was… The most he could.

His knees locked, his knuckles creaked, his fingers burned as they dug his hairy thighs while the tendrils were delving inside his body… And with it came the strange sensation of taking a piss and not. And then… The pleasure. The pleasure… Such a pleasure as his groin started to relax.

“You… Should have told me,” moaned Kor, his eyes rolling in their sockets as he glanced at the sky above, the sun blinding him in that instant of grace and sheer pleasure.

He felt his bladder relaxing, too. But nothing came out of it. Not a jet, not a steaming droplet. Nothing. At most, he could see, if he glanced down, the yellow tinge the Slime took for an instant before the color vanished.

Then, as he felt the relaxation from his bladder easing and “emptying”, Kor’s expression broke again. His jaw closed instantly, his tusks narrowly broke against his dentition… And he blew air through his nostrils while the tendrils were happily delving inside his bladder, smacking the wall.

He didn’t crumble. He didn’t fall. Many a man would have done so, but the Half-Orc managed to stay on his trembling legs as the Slime formed a sort of mace at the end of the tendril within the bladder… One that grew as the Slime outside seemed to shrink and delve further inside the Half-Orc.

“Shh-… Shit… I-… Hhh… Who’s the… Fucker who got… That idea first?” groaned Kor.

Finally, Kor’s fingers left his thighs, covered with bruises, to reach for his cock and balls. He didn’t know why… But that urge to grip himself, to masturbate, was stronger than anything the Hybrid had experienced before as he reached for his cock with the left hand and his scrotum with his right one, massaging those orbs.

By then, his expression was fully broken. The tongue was lolling out, saliva was dripping, and the eyes were unfocused. Kor looked like nothing, but a beast lost in pleasure.

This was only the beginning, the first edge as he sensed his insides filled with that cold sensation mixed with that burn of something that was forced open but shouldn’t.

His bladder was getting full and fuller by the second, as the Slime had almost lost half its previous size. But as the groin bulged from the invasion, and Kor groaned form the sensation of wanting to take a piss on the instant, the Slime… moved elsewhere.

Among adventurers, there is a say never to feed Slime any precum or cum. Well, among the most perverted adventurers.

The reason why is simple… But Kor was to live it as he felt the Slime rampaging down his cock and inside the organs he couldn’t name. But anyone with a modicum of knowledge could plainly see what was happening to Kor.

His prostate, that little G-spot and organ, was getting stretched from within. All the little glans, passageways, and vesicles were getting teased by tendrils smaller than a finger. Than a hair. But the sensations, minimal, were multiplied by the multitude of smaller brushing touches that turned the organ into a fire within Kor’s groin.

Yet, this was only a smaller portion. Way smaller as the passageway used by the main tendril was split in two, then in four. There were two main ways… And two smaller. And somehow, it was the smaller ones the tendrils rushed first, breaking into the two tubular organs besides the prostate.

As soon as it did that, Kor cried in pain… And yet, in pleasure as his prostate was starting to get massaged through the tendrils delving deeper and deeper within the flesh, wiggling inside it to dig a home within it.

And as such, every little nerve ending, every little spot… Was aflare, burning with an unmet intensity for the Half-Orc. Half-Orc who was lost in his masturbation, in his massage, and his cries, with spit flying from his bearded face.

Yet… This was not the end, far from it. As soon as the tubular organs were fully invested, swollen beyond measure to the point of inflation, the Slime began to feed on the fluids it produced.

Its subsistence ensured in the form of the bladder and vesicle, its nest settled within the bladder, its security by the tendrils anchored within the prostate, there could be only one need to fulfill, and every slime aspires to.

Breed.

Hermaphrodites, Slimes cannot merely breed anywhere. They need a spot that is warm and humid, but not excessively so. One space that had enough separation to avoid the Slimelings from eating one another. And that… Kor was among the first of Orckind to experience it.

In his state of utter heat, the Orc masturbated like a fool, though no fluids were squeezed out of his cock. In fact, after the Slime entirely slipped inside, nothing came out from the distended “pisshole”.

But as one hand was rubbing and pumping with abandon, another was feeling a turgid growth following a short-lived spike of pain within his ballsack.

The orbs in hand, Kor felt something, like rods, descend his scrotum right toward his nuts.

“Sp-Spirits?” he asked, surprised to feel such rigidity. But soon enough, that rigidity reached the back of his testicles, both of them. His eyes widened, and so did his pleasure as his nerves were getting… Touched and stimulated by the Slime in a way that was unfathomable and physically impossible. It was akin to an orgasm, to a mind-numbing orgasm.

Kor’s groin contracted, his muscles along his abdominal waist pulled, lifting his testicles for a second. Even his cock throbbed, but nothing came out.

And in return, he felt the back of his testicles swell. They were definitely swelling, feeling like two large worms or tubes attached to his precious jewels.

Yet, in his state of pleasure, Kor wasn’t in the know of what the Slime did to his body… To his precious jewels.

Again, only someone with magical and anatomical knowledge could know what happens to someone getting infested that way. Kor? He lived it, but didn’t know what the creature was doing inside his testicles.

He didn’t know how the Slime descended along the spermatic cords, prying them open like tunnels while reworking the epididymis. It was the latter that swelled on each testicle, like a tube attached to the main body.

Each epididymis, where the sperm cell would mature, was repurposed and filled with the Slime’s substance, erasing the Orc’s fluids and bathing those testicles with a fluid that would increase its host’s virility. However, the epididymis was the access to the Slime’s prize. And soon, Kor would feel that the orbs themselves, already round like oranges, swell from within. They throbbed, and with each throb came a spark of pleasure and pain while fluids washed the tubular insides. Every part, nook, and cranny was filled to the brim by that liquid until the round organs swelled.

With each injection, Kor would feel those testicles get rounder, bigger, heavier… Colder, too.

But the result was that in a matter of minutes, those orange-sized testicles were already the size of grapefruits. Worse, they irradiated with that strange mix of cold and heat for the Orc who kept massaging them and even… Squeezed them. No pain.

There was no pain despite the swelling, and soon, the Half-Orc started to press them as he sat down, continuing his frantic masturbation.

But the Slime wasn’t over.

With each tubular spot filled and washed over, the Slime was to deposit a seed, a little blob of clearer slime different from the others. Each one was a seed for another potential slime that was to feed on the provided fluids, to grow from the host’s increased virility, and finally to leave the tube to take the path in the opposite direction.

Such… is one of the most infamous ways a Slime can breed, overtaking its hosts’ testicles and genitals to turn them into a slime breeding pen.

That was what Kor was exposed to as he masturbated, pumped, and growled.

In his situation, the Half-Orc felt his entire groin was filled. His bladder was full to the point he wanted to piss. His prostate was inflated and swollen like he was at the edge of another ejaculation. And the back of his prostate burned like when he edged for hours.

But far from getting his release, Kor kept… pumping.

By then, his face and expression were entirely gone. Sweat caked his face, hair, and beard. His eyelids were opening and closing regularly… His thighs were closing, the knees hitting, whenever another tube was seeded into his inflated testicles. But he was… In bliss. Pure bliss, pure pleasure as his fingers were working despite the pain wracking his joints.

“No… More! Can’t… Can’t bear!” cried Kor, tears streaming down his cheeks as he heaved like a beast, his chest lifting and dropping while he twisted and contorted in different positions: on his back, sitting, on his sides. None appeased, none helped, none would save his precious jewels as they were entirely seeded, both of them. It hit him with the deepest and most intimate pleasure he’d ever experienced.

Nothing could bring him the peace he so desired, except… The Slime easing. It didn’t happen in an instant, but it was akin to a tide, overbearing at first… But receding, leaving behind the leftovers of a broken harbour. In that case, in Kor’s case, it was the remnants of his pride, vanity, and mind that were left behind as the Slime no longer scoured his swollen, inflated, and abused testicles. In fact, after that frenzy, it was clear the Slime was falling asleep.

But the Half-Orc, in his current state, couldn’t care less as he kept masturbating and touching himself, squeezing his nuts like they were jelly.

It did hurt, but there was that pleasure Kor desired so much as his entire groin was aflare, burning with needs. His testicles were so heavy, his prostate was about to burst, his bladder was so full he wanted to piss gallons. But nothing could happen. Only more grunts as the Half-Orc masturbated furiously, until even his cock started to ache and burn.

And then… He released it.

He dropped it.

There was no point, no result, nothing.

Kor stopped, still sitting with his legs open, looking down at his testicles that had taken a slightly blue hue from the fluids lodged inside. In fact, beneath his green skin, his nethers had the same hue, especially his bulging bladder. He… Glared, frowned… And then closed his eyes.

“It’s… I cannot… I must tell that wizard to remove it, as fast as possible,” groaned the Orc, reaching into the pouch he had been given. He pulled from it the ring he had been bestowed, one that was almost perfect for his currently gaping and half-hard cock.

Without much more thought, Kor started to slip the ring down and… Somehow, he felt some relief as air no longer brushed the inside of his pisshole and further.

Steadily, he slid it down with trembling hands until he felt his entire cock was plugged.

He sighed… He sighed as he reclined back, finding that small respite wonderful as he closed his eyes, feeling the sun on his skin. Having that ring and that slime removed was his priority.

Then his pay… Then… Maybe… Something that could make him feel as good as when that slime invaded his nuts?

Kor hastily shook his head, chasing that idea with a grunt. He touched the ring, pushed on it, and… It wouldn’t budge. It didn’t budge, up or down. The gems adorning it shone with a renewed energy as he jumped on his feet and growled from the sudden weight added to his abdomen.

“What’s thi-”

“Hello… Hello! Is this recording? Good!” started a familiar voice, right from the ring. “Greetings, subject! Thank you for participating in this breeding experience! As it is, your nuts are currently the perfect breeding ground for a clutch of Slimes! Don’t worry, the experience is agreeable and without mortal danger. However! To push the experiment to its conclusion, the clutch must remain inside you for an entire week! Sorry in advance, but you will get those Slimes out next week, not before! That’s all! Enjoy your pregnancy!”

The voice stopped, leaving Kor stunned as he tried to yank the ring out again. The gems had turned off, but the enchantment plugging his pisshole remained active. He couldn’t yank the ring out, nor the Slime, entrenched in his groin.

“Fu-Fuck you! I’ll crush you!” shouted Kor, taking one step forward… And moaning as he felt the Slime shift and move within his nethers.